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(LAS
VEGAS) - Triple digit heat is over, or so it seems.
We
are now rolling into the best weather season, a little cool
in the evenings and sunny and warm during the days.
The
response to our Digital Magazine has been off the charts.
Over 3,000 emails in the past 2 weeks, and every one of them
had nice things to say about the look and the great articles
we have.
Thank
you for the kind words, and more important, we are so happy
to hear that many folks are visiting us often, and that they
find we have a lot of great information and entertaining articles.
ROUND
THE CLOCK AMATEURVILLE
As
we continue to grow our subscriber base, and our visitor counts
top 50,000 a week, we thank the community for their support
and encouragement.
Course
the inferior local web sites are scrambling, but lets face
it, they don't have the talent or the ability to compete with
us. They can work round the clock if they must, but nobody
is reading their web sites.Nobody. (Believe
me, we have our ways, we check these things out.)
Especially
when some of these sites lie about their visitor count and
continue to post poorly written articles by wannabe writers.
They are high-school level semi-professionals, a joke in this
community, and yet, nobody is laughing. Ever wonder why they
have no advertising? They have no visitors, and those that
do stop by, leave very quickly when they discover that there
is nothing worth reading. My words of advice: get a professional
photographer, a few real writers (people who are respected
for their work) and move to a small town where most people
will forgive their lack of professionalism.
It
occurs to me that no place else in America do we have such
a large contingent of non talent in the journalism department.
Most that I know here in this town use their so-called status
as a member of the "press" to get free tickets to
shows and that's about it. I'm not referring to the elite
press corps, but the slightly educated and full of self-importance
"writers" who beg their way in to the real press
events.
In
the real world these morons would not get a phone call answered.
But here, it takes a while for people to realize that some
of these jerks are just looking for the free food and seats,
nothing more. They show up like a STD, and they hang around
and try to blend in, but the true journalists in this town
recognize these pretenders and the A-lists have no mentions
of their forgettable (Judy who?) names.
ANOTHER LEGEND ROCKS VEGAS
Legendary
singer and song writer Petula Clark appeared last night in
a rare Vegas performance, at the Cannery (the finest music
venue in Vegas) and sitting in the front row, directly in
front of her, I was floored by her masterful performance.
Perfect in every way, outrageous talent and still happy to
be doing her thing, singing her songs, bringing joy to audiences
all over the world.
Every
mannerism of a star, every natural, emotion-evoking gesture
or look, honest insight into her life with great personal
stories she told in between songs, Petula is that rare entertainer
who has it all. And in her seventies, she looks and sounds
fantastic, hits all the notes with ease, and delivers it all
with an irresistible smile and sincerity that is refreshing
and somewhat astonishing.
When
you are in the presence of greatness, you often find yourself
captivated by every aspect of the act you are experiencing.
It is always a pleasure when the entertainer has the primary
motivating factor of delivering the very best possible show.
Period.
It
was an unforgettable show, and at the end, I said to her what
I am sure most of the people in the audience would echo, "Thank
you for all the music".
She
held my hand, smiled, looked me in the eye and said, "Thank
you, that is so kind to hear."
Thanks,
Petula...you made a lot of people smile last night.
ITALIAN
FESTIVAL - DAY 6
Man,
how many sausages and peppers can we eat in a week? Or pizza
slices and manicotti and meatballs and fried dough and Italian
beer and canolis and ice cream, have I missed any crap food
group?
The
San Gennaro Feast. In a few months, it will be back again,
it's the most successful one in the event's history here in
Vegas.
Every
night for six in a row, thousands of frenzied people mix and
mingle with one another in search of the best food among the
200 vendors. Then around 9 pm, Tony Sacca takes the stage
and leads a procession of singers and celebrities from Vegas
for a marathon 3 hours of non-stop music and song. Fridays
and Saturdays it's a four hour show. These musicians better
be getting a handsome fee, they sure earn their keep in this
gig, on a small stage, in the heat, often reading charts (the
music) for songs they barely know, but they make it all seem
so easy.
Nice
job, Tony. I don't know how you do it.
And
once again, thanks for all the really nice comments on my
Merv Griffin piece.
WHAT
HAPPENS HERE...
Yep,
it's the old cliche, but O. J. Simpson managed to take that
slogan literally when he was arrested for his part in an armed
robbery at the Palace Station Casino. Can you believe how
stupid this guy is?
All
together now, "YES".
OJ
claims it was not a robbery, that he and his gun-pointing
goons were only breaking in to the hotel suite to retrieve
items that belonged to him, so no robbery really happened.
Yeah,
and no murders happened in Brentwood, right OJ?
Eye
witnesses confirmed he was the culprit who robbed two baseball
memorabilia dealers at gunpoint. So, nothing to do but wait
and see how long he will get to spend with us in the GREYBAR
HOTEL. I personally hope its a long stretch. At least he can't
bother anyone while he's locked up. His golf game will go
to hell, that's for sure.
THE
SOPRANOS RULE
The
highlight of the Emmy's this year was the BEST DRAMA SERIES
winner, which was, deservedly so, THE SOPRANOS.
Prior
to winning a tribute to the now-over show was presented, and
at the conclusion, the place erupted in a long and loud standing
ovation as the entire cast - everyone who every was in the
cast, or so it seemed - took to the stage and accepted the
love. It was a beautiful thing, ya know what I'm talking about,
huh?
Until
next week,
Magically
yours,
Steve
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